Date: Sun, 10 May 2020 15:29:06 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: After Class Tutoring Part 5 (College)

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After Class Tutoring, Part 5

I lay back on my bed for a second, recalling what had happened the night
before. Rob had actually sucked on my cock! And he made me jack off for
him. (And he told me that's what the professor liked!) I knew the professor
liked other things, too, based on my own experience, and was wondering if
Rob had simply had me do what Rob liked! ;-) Anyway, I had to pee, and I
recalled that not many others were on the hall, so I just walked down to
the bathroom naked, dried cum crusting on my stomach. When I opened the
door, I heard the shower running and stuck my head around the corner to see
who it was. It was Philip!

"Dude, I am SO sorry for bothering you last night!" I said to him. "I was
hoping to score another joint from you. I didn't mean to interrupt
anything!" Philip chuckled as he shut off the water and began to dry off.
"No problem, bud," he said. "I was just taking advantage of the weed!"  We
both laughed knowingly as he said that. "And it looks like you took
advantage of it, too!" Philip said, nodding at my stomach. Clear evidence
of dried cum was on my stomach, mapping out where it had shot last night.
"Yeah, it sure lives up to its name!" "Well, finish up here and come down
to my room in a couple of minutes and tell me about it," Philip said. He
wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out. I finished my pee, used
a wet paper towel to wipe off most of the crust, and walked back to my room
to put on some clothes. Didn't want to be seen walking out of Philip's room
starkers....might make people ask questions!

I slipped on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt so I wouldn't be naked,
and walked back down to Philip's room. He opened the door with a smile.
"Let's smoke some breakfast," he said with a conspiratorial grin. He fixed
the towel under the door, and pulled out a pipe, loading it with some of
his special blend. We each took a toke, exhaling out the window by the fan.
"Hope you had as good a time as I did last night," Philip said. "Maybe," I
said back. "Tell me what I interrupted!" Philip loaded another bowl and
took a long hit. Then he loaded it again and handed it to me before
starting his story.

"Well, as you know, I had two friends over last night. I knew one of them
before I came to school. The other one I met through him. It's the weekend,
so we were all in the mood to get high. We smoked a joint and then started
enjoying the high as I played some music. I rolled another J and we were
getting ready to smoke it when you stopped by. When you left, I fired it
up. By the time we were done with it, we were all toasted. We kind of
kicked back for a few, listening to music. Then my friend said he had to
go. `You want a toke for the road,' I asked him. He said no. The guy who I
met through him said he would like some more, so he stayed and my friend
left. We fired up again. It took us at least 30 minutes to get through that
J. We'd take a toke, then put it down, then take another, then put it
down. We were both pretty woozy and loving it. They guy asked me what kind
of weed it was. I told him I called it `jerk off weed' because it always
made me want to jerk off. He kind of chuckled and said `does it really?' I
said, `doesn't it make you feel that way?' He said, `I hadn't really
thought about it, but I guess you are right. It's making me horny.' I told
him that it always made me horny! "What do you do about it when that
happens?' he asked me. So I started rubbing my crotch. `This always is the
result!' I said to him. `Looks like you have some experience with this
weed!' he said with a smile. `I do, indeed," I told him back. `You should
join me.' I kept rubbing my crotch as I told him that. He just watched me
for about 30 seconds then started rubbing himself the same way. So we both
sat there in chairs facing each other, watching as we each rubbed ourselves
through our pants. `I'm ready for the next phase,' I said to him. `Sounds
like a plan,' he replied to me. So I moved over to the bed and sat on the
edge. I invited him to join me. He did. I unzipped my pants and pulled them
down, and my underwear was tented up from my weed bone. He followed suit. I
slipped my underwear down and he was right behind me. Then I started
beating my meat. I looked over as he stroked himself. `Yeahhh,' I said. `I
always enjoy masturbating with this weed.' `It does feel good!' he replied.
We kept on stroking. We probably were beating our meat slowly for about
five minutes when he said to me `I'm not going to be able to hold out much
longer. Do you have a paper towel or something I can use to clean up with?'
I reached behind me where I kept my cum towel in between the mattress and
the wall and pulled it out. He kept stroking, and I started stroking a
little faster to catch up with him. Soon he started to let out little gasps
and his body started to tense up. I knew he was close. I was riding the
edge, too. `Oh, man, I'm gonna shoot my load,' he said with a gulp. As I
looked over, a massive rope of cum shot out of his cock and onto his
stomach. He thrashed about while another couple of spurts shot out. I
erupted at the same time with a loud moan. I actually shot up onto my neck,
then covered my stomach with a wet, sticky mess. We both just lay there for
a minute or so, then I handed him my cum rag and he wiped himself off. I
took it from him and did the same. `Wasn't that just about the best cum you
have ever had while high?' I asked him. `It certainly was awesome,' he
said. `Well, if you ever want to do it again, just let me know.' I said to
him. `Deal,' he replied. We kind of put ourselves back together, and then
he left. I fell asleep soon afterwards. What do you think of that?"

I leaned back in my chair and showed Philip my own bulge from listening to
the story. "Yeah, dude," he said. "You get it." We both smiled. "If I
didn't have to get going I'd suggest that we both beat it right now, but I
need to get something to eat then get some errands run today. Stop by some
other time if you are in the mood." We both grinned at each other. I got up
to leave. "Wait," Philip said. "You didn't tell me what happened to you
last night." "Why don't we save that for our next joint?" "I like a man
with a plan," Philip said. "Check with you later." I left and walked back
to my room. My cock was still half-hard from the story Philip told about
his experience last night. Wait until I told him about Rob! I sat on the
edge of my bed and then debated jacking off. Then I thought, "maybe I
should see if the professor is in today. A BJ would feel a lot better than
beating my own meat!" So I decided to take a bike ride.

It was the middle of the day on Sunday, a beautiful day. Hardly anyone was
out. This must have been a weekend where everyone went home! As I rode
across the campus towards the professor's office, I felt as if I was all
alone. I also felt the feeling in my crotch that comes from being horny!
Not atypical, but thinking about Rob making me beat off for him last night,
hearing Philip's story while under the influence of his `jerk off weed,'
and now contemplating the possibility of a BJ from the talented professor's
mouth made me stay half-hard all the way across campus. I guess I was
daydreaming, too, and all of that combined made me more-than-usually
horny. As I got closer to the edge of campus, I was even more on edge. In
fact, as I rode through the small lot toward the portable building where
the professor had his office, I got a full-blown hard-on! As I got to his
building, it didn't appear anyone was around. There were no cars parked
nearby. I leaned my bike up against a tree and locked the chain. Then I
walked around the building and up the steps, the bulge in my gym shorts
leading the way. I had gone commando under the shorts, and my cock was
pressing up against the fabric. I knocked on the door and waited. There was
no answer. I knocked softly again. If he was in there and didn't want to be
bothered, I didn't want to be a pest! But there wasn't an answer. So I
turned around to leave. There, just a few steps away, was Rob!

Rob had a shit-eating grin on his face. He walked toward me while I was
still on the stoop. "Couldn't wait to try out what I told you about, huh?"
he said with a grin. I was a bit embarrassed to have been caught by him,
and I didn't necessarily want Rob to know that this wasn't my first visit
to see the professor! It also didn't take Rob long to notice the major tent
in my gym shorts. "Whoa, mister," he said. "Last night wasn't enough for
you, was it?" We both laughed. "I smoked some more of that weed with Philip
this morning," I said, "and this was the result!" "Well, I must say, it
sure works on you," Rob said with a smile and a nod. I stepped down off the
steps. "I was out riding my bike," I said, "and found myself here. What are
you doing here?" I asked. "We both have Shakespeare on our minds," he said
with a hearty laugh. I laughed, too. We really didn't need to explain to
anyone. To college freshmen, your cock tells you what to do. We both
understood.

Just about that time, we heard a car door close nearby. We both turned in
the direction of the sound, and just a couple of seconds later the
professor came walking around the side of the building. "Well, good
afternoon, gentlemen," he said, kind of surprised to find us both there.
"What brings you to this side of campus on a Sunday afternoon?"
"Shakespeare," both Rob and I said in unison. We all laughed. Then Rob
spoke up. "Paul and I had dinner together last night, and he talked about
his struggle with Shakespeare. I told him he should consider getting some
tutoring, since it really helped me to prepare for the tests in class. We
both just happened to end up here at the same time!" The professor smiled,
and I swear he smacked his lips together. "You guys want to come inside?"
he asked. Rob and I looked at each other and then back at the professor.
"Sure," we both said. The professor unlocked the door and opened it,
signaling to both of us to go inside. As we did, the professor closed and
locked the door behind him. "Why don't both of you sit over there on the
couch," he said, motioning to the other side of the office where a small
loveseat-type couch was location. He pulled a chair over in that direction.
As we both sat down, it was obvious to me that the professor was checking
us both out. I was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. Rob was in regular
shorts and a t-shirt. We both had on tennis shoes. "So what all did you
tell Paul about tutoring," the professor asked, fishing for some sense of
context for Rob's comments. The professor was well-aware that both of us
had been to see him, but didn't know what had been discussed between us.
"Well, I told Paul that you made the plays come to life because you knew
them so well. You were able to highlight the main points, and to translate
some of the obscure phrases that were difficult to understand. And I told
him that you appreciated it if your students put forth a little effort for
your class." The professor looked toward me, and then his eyes drifted down
to my crotch, where my cock was still hard--especially now in this
environment--and showed through my gym shorts. "And did Rob mention to you
how much I appreciate that effort?" he asked. My own eyes looked to the
same place the professor was scoping out. "He told me a little bit, but I
said I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure I got a good grade."
"Excellent," said the professor as he smiled at both of us.

"Rob, are you willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you get a good
grade in this class, too?" "Yessir," he said. "I'll do whatever is called
for." The language was vague enough to be interpreted broadly, though
everyone clearly understood what was meant. "Then here's what I want you to
do," said the professor. We both perked up, wondering what would be said
next. "Paul, please stand up. Rob, you stand up, too." We both did as
instructed. "Now turn and face each other." We did. As Rob and I looked at
each other, we had a quizzical look on our face, but both had an idea of
what was about to transpire. My cock throbbed inside my gym shorts at that
prospect. "Rob, Paul is having a little difficulty with his gym shorts. I'd
like for you to kneel and slide them down for me." Our looks changed to
both surprise and excitement. Ron grinned as he knelt down. When he was
kneeling, he was face-to-face with the throbbing bulge in my gym shorts. He
reached up, pulled the front of my shorts out a bit so he could slide them
over my hard cock, and pulled them down. My cock bobbed right in front of
his face. "Step out of your shorts, please," instructed the professor. I
did. "Now, Rob, how do you think Paul would like to be rewarded for making
the effort of coming out for tutoring today?" Rob grinned. Now he would be
able to make the professor happy as well as get another taste of Paul's
cock. He leaned forward and slid his lips over my cock. I was delirious
with pleasure. Rob's tongue slid over the underside of my hard cock. I
involuntarily pumped my hips into Rob's mouth. (I couldn't help myself.) At
the same time I let out a moan. "I think he likes that," said the professor
kind of matter-of-factly. "Rob, I'd like for you to stand up now." Rob did,
leaving my hard wet teen cock bobbing. "Now Paul, I'd like for you to kneel
and undo Rob's shorts and pull them down." I did as instructed. Ron had on
a pair of bikini briefs. His cock was also hard and made an obscene bulge
in his bikinis. "Pull those down too," said the professor, indicating the
bikinis. I did. Rob's hard cock popped out. "Now step out of your shorts,"
he said to Rob. Rob did. "Paul, please return the favor to Rob." There I
was, staring directly at Rob's hard cock. (It was a big one, too.) I slid
my lips over the head and sucked down as far as I could. Rob let out a gasp
as I did. "Very nice," the professor said. With Rob's cock still in my
mouth, the professor said, "okay, now stand up again, Paul." I slurped my
way off Rob's cock and stood. "Turn and face me," he said to both of us. We
did. Both of our cocks were hard and wet. We were both cut and had almost 7
inches, but Rob's cock was thicker than mine. The professor slid his chair
a little closer to each of us. He reached out with both hands, one fondling
my nuts, and the other doing the same to Rob. He then reached up and
wrapped his hands around our stiff cocks and jacked them. Both of our knees
kind of buckled from the pleasure. The professor tugged on my cock, pulling
me toward him while he continued to stroke Rob's cock with his other
hand. He opened his mouth and engulfed my cock, swallowing me all the way
with no difficulty until his nose was in my pubes. I swelled up inside his
throat and he sucked and slide his mouth back and forth a few times. Again,
I simply had to thrust into his mouth. Then he backed off, leaving my rock
hard cock thrashing about. He turned to Rob's thicker pole, taking it all
the way in and down. Rob's eyes were closed as he savored the feeling. Then
he pulled off of Rob's cock. Both of us stood side by side, our heartbeats
evident in the regular throb of our cocks.

"Sit back down on the edge of the couch," the professor said. We did. "Now
I want each of you to teach over and jack the other one's cock." Rob
reached over and grabbed my cock, as he did so, he looked into my eyes. He
had a slight smile and a look of hunger on his face. He started jacking my
cock. I did the same to him. "That's it," said the professor. "Stroke those
big hard freshman cocks." He was really getting in to what we were doing to
each other. "But don't cum yet." We both continued running our hands up and
down the length of each others' cocks, our bodies squirming from the
pleasure. "I'm not going to be able to last much longer," I said. "That
feels so good!" Rob kind of grunted as his hand continued to slide up and
down my cock. "Oh, man," I said again. "Stand up and come over here," the
professor said to me. "Rob, keep jacking yourself, but do not cum." I stood
up and took the couple of steps forward to where the professor was seated.
"Now beat it in my face, and when you are ready to cum let me know so I can
put it in my mouth." I grabbed hold of my cock and started pumping it in my
hand, my knees buckling. I got lost in the zone as I got closer and closer
to an orgasm. Finally, my pace kicked up and my body gave notice that I was
about to squirt. The professor reached around my body and used both of his
hands to pull me into his mouth. My cock went deep inside almost all the
way. The feeling was incredible. "Oh, fuck," I said out loud. I bucked my
hips once and then let loose. Wave after wave of orgasm overcame me and I
shot my cum down the professor's throat. He swallowed every drop. As the
intensity of my orgasm subsided, the professor continued to milk my cock
with his mouth until it started to soften a bit. Then he let my cock out of
his mouth and told me to sit. "Rob, get up here," he demanded. I hadn't
been looking, but as I started to cum, Rob's pace of jacking started to
increase, and it was clear he was close to cumming. Rob stood and got his
cock inside the professor's mouth and almost immediately started
shooting. He pummeled the professor's mouth as his seed shot out into the
professor's throat. The professor kept it all the way down until Rob was
sated. The he let Rob's cock slide out of his mouth until it flopped out,
still engorged but now softened by the intense orgasm. "Sit down," the
professor said. Rob did so.

The professor smiled at both of us. "I think this session of tutoring was a
good one. I want us to have at least two more between now and the quiz on
Friday. Will that work for both of you?" We both sat there with a dazed
look, goo still dribbling from the ends of our cocks, and we both agreed.
"At least one of those sessions must be the two of you at the same time.
All of the sessions--however many you think you need before the quiz, but
at least two--may be both of you, but at least one of them must be with
both of you. Understood?" We both nodded. "Check your calendars and let's
schedule times for this week. Send me a message later tonight. Is that
clear?" we both nodded. "Paul, stand up again," the professor said. I did.
He stuck his tongue out and licked the last of the liquid dripping from my
cock. "You can get dressed now." He had Rob do the same thing. When both of
us pulled our clothes back on, the professor said, "I've got some other
work to do this afternoon, so you guys be on your way. See you again this
week." Both Rob and I walked toward the door and exited, saying nothing
else. As we stood on the stoop, contemplating what had just happened, we
heard the door click behind us from within.